Damon shook his head and smiled. He really was too cool for this, but ice cream sounded so good, and he didn't know where his 'friends' were. He had met Alex on the first day and they ran around causing chaos, but not he was here. His parents would likely kill him if they found out. None of it explained why Stefan was so old. He'd just tow the line and give in to his stomach, and the little girl with the big brown eyes.
"I think the ChocoTaco is good," he said. He'd stick with that. "They are really good. You can have a bite if you want." He was both good and bad, even as a kid.
"Where are we supposed to live now?" he asked his 'older' brother. "I have a big house. There was a guy who said that someone else gave it to me. I don't remember that. Can we live there?" He didn't really want to go back to his parents. Maybe that's why he had the house to begin with.